He helps her with her blush. She’s surging red, Velvet and soft like a rose. Her mouth’s gone dry With his wind.

The wind Loves To boast of Fickle love, But my

Can you hear it? It is the cry of the poor. Their howling curls inside of my h… It pains me as if I were one of t… But, I am.

While I’m alone, He’s with her. While I’m crying, He’s kissing And rolling

Last year seems years away. Last night seems lifetimes away. This moment seems like a dream.

I’m silently screaming Alone in the bathroom. The tears of a sinner Won’t let my fears go. I’m suddenly drowning.

Mark, I miss you, And I love you. Each day is lost Without you.

When you taste your own sweet tear… Know I’ll be there. When the night becomes a friend, Know

I’m falling apart beneath my smile… I grapple blindly for a rope To save myself from rising waters. I come up, lungs full of despair, And my parents cover my mouth

If I should die before I wake, don’t cry, For that was what I always wanted…

He thinks I’m pretty And maybe too witty, That I was worth the fight. He claimed he’s so glad. I’m the best he’s ever had.

I don’t understand. I don’t understand the cruelty The darkness The fear This choking feeling.

Farewell to friends, The kind that push. The word constantly bends. I live a life of isolation. While others play in their bubble…

There’s always a morning, But there’s the night, too. Every faith has a savior, But the devil always follows suit. There will be spring,

If flowers could cry, Would the water out-spilled Also drown them Like a sloshing grave of Wet mud?